Moonspear and breathe in time [m]

He would not relent. As she writhed beneath him, snapping and spiraling to try and grab at his nearest parts, he clutched her close, squeezed tightly around her hips and her middle, and let out a croon which grew louder as he breathed the note. Her voracity only egged him on further; Lazarus was inconsolable as his lust overtook his better judgement. He saw Amekaze not as a victim to it, but the catalyst; her spirit was inconquerable, and he knew this by the snapping of her teeth, the writhing of her shadow-clad body beneath him. Nothing could stop him — and thus he continued on, until the greatest of spasms overtook him, and their connected bodies were rooted as one. As this great wave of energy pulsed through him — in to her — they were united, and would remain tied until Lazarus' heavy body had become dulled in the afterglow of this monumentous act.